Title: Elijah’s Empty Room Part Two
Author: SoundofHorns 
Author's Email: jls5v@mtsu.edu 
Pairings: Billy/Dom 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Billy’s POV. Billy and Dom escape from Elijah and co. to 
Dom’s room.  More sex follows.  Yay! Coming soon:  Part Three—Dom 
tops Billy, Sean finds out, Elijah is clueless.  


	The doorknob rattled.  It sounded horrifically loud to Billy’s ears.  
Dom’s eyes were the size of saucers as they locked with Billy’s before he 
buried his face in Billy’s neck.  It took Billy a moment to realize Dom was 
shaking not with fear, but with held in laughter.  He hissed at him, irritated 
out of his own shock.  Dom’s damp hair tickled his nose.
	
      Outside, “Hey, where’s my key?” 
      
      	   “What? Not again. NOT again. Did you look?” 
      
      	  “I can’t find the damn thing. I’m serious. What kind of 
question is that? 
Did I look?” Jesus, Sean.”
      
      	“Oh, well, FUCK me, Lij.”

	Inside, tears wet Billy’s collarbone as Dom laughed insanely.  
Billy began to giggle—the last statement had come from Sean, said in his 
most priggish voice.  Serious hard rattling of the doorknob now, Sean was 
pissed.  Billy, snickering, knew exactly why.  Elijah locked himself out of 
everything and Sean was constantly on call to save the day, even this late 
at night. Damn good thing they took the ring away from him at the end of 
every day, otherwise who knew how many he’d have gone through.    

	Outside, “I swear, this time I’m gonna pin it to your shirt, Lij.”

		“What?” Dom snorted at Elijah’s startled reply; fortunately 
it was muffled against Billy.  His hair tickled his nose again.

		“Like in kindergarten, they pin important things to your 
shirt.” A pause.  No comeback from Wood. Another male voice chuckled 
in the hallway. Billy shook his head, blowing ineffectually.  There was a 
goddamn hair in his mouth.  He wondered who the third person was.  
Didn’t sound like anyone readily identifiable, and Orli, who’d been with 
Lij and Dom earlier, was supposedly with a girl…

		“You wouldn’t.” Said with enough doubt from Lij to make 
Billy clap his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. He shifted beneath Dom, 
trying to get him to move.   

		“Come on.” Sean again.

		“Where? Back to your room?”

		“We’re going down to the desk; you’ll get another key.” 
	
	“Oh. Okay.” Male mystery voice muttering. Footsteps. Dom 
flopped onto his back, freeing Billy.  Cautiously, he swung his legs over 
the bed.  They were still close enough to hear if he spoke.  Billy tiptoed to 
the door and peered out into the hall.  Nothing, they were gone for now.  
Shit, he tried to remember how many floors up they were.  Second, third 
maybe?  It wouldn’t take that long, even with a dick running the desk.  
	
      “Come on. Get up, we have to get dressed and out of here.” Billy 
hissed frantically at Dom, still looking out into the hall.  There was no 
answer.   He turned and jumped—Dom was practically on top of him, 
holding out his shirt.  But, when Billy grabbed at it, he didn’t let go.
      
      Instead, Dom just allowed it to pull him closer.  Billy’s insides 
were twanging with the combination of Dominic’s nearness and the 
urgency of their situation. It didn’t subside when Dom leaned against the 
door, only inches away, blue eyes dark and waiting. Billy wondered if this 
was a one time deal, or…well, he wasn’t exactly sure what else.  But, he 
was sure of one thing, as he decided he could spare a moment to wrap a 
fistful of his shirt around his forearm and yank Dom’s warm mouth to his; 
Billy was damn sure he wouldn’t regret it. 
      
      Dom’s lips were eager on his—they parted, his tongue teasing 
Billy’s and warm mouth opening for him.  Billy was twitching; too aware 
that time was ticking away even though he had a willing Dominic trapped 
in the corner between the thin door and the even thinner wall. God, 
everyone around them would hear Dominic moaning if Billy fucked him 
up against this wall… 
      
      “Come on, Dom.  We have to go!  They’ll be back any…ahh” 
Billy willed himself to step back, to put on his shirt, to find his pants and 
shoes.  Instead, he had to grab at the wall, when Dom used the opportunity 
to bend his head and first lick then suck on his neck. 
      
      “Dominic…”
      
      “Why bother?” Billy wondered if Dom was insane.  Oh, yes, 
insane, but definitely gifted, as he somehow managed to speak without 
stopping his tongue’s movements. Hot, wet, swirling and lapping with 
painstaking precision in the exact places to weaken the knees.  Billy was 
going to have to test the limits of that talent, but…LATER, he thought as 
he regained control.  
      
      “Why BOTHER?” He growled, somehow his hand, which had 
been ordered to shove Dom away, had betrayed him.  Billy swore at it as it 
wrapped itself around Dom’s waist and pulled him closer, giving him 
better access to Billy’s sensitive skin.  
      
      “They’ll know eventually that I’ve got the key.  Besides,” here 
Dom broke off to laugh manically, “Look at the fucking room, Billy. It’s 
got a huge cumstain on his bed, which is rumpled like hell, by the way, 
and water all over the bathroom floor. Also,” more snickering, “how’d you 
get the key?”  
      
      “Stole it.” Dom blinked, evidently surprised by this. “Nobody was 
at the desk. Look, if we leave now, he’ll just think…” Billy grimaced, 
looking around the hotel room—it did look like someone had just had sex 
in here.  
      
      “What? That some fan…” Dominic’s eyes widened and he stepped 
back, clever mouth curling into a huge grin.  “Some fan…” He echoed 
himself.  Billy froze in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head.  
“jacked off on his bed...and then took a shower…rubbing his copy of Lord 
of the Rings on his cock, moaning, “Fuck me Frodo” over and over!” Dom 
walked into the center of the room and began to laugh delightedly.  
      
      “Holy shit, Billy!  Yes!  Get dressed, quick.” Dom snatched up 
Orli’s god-awful shirt and rammed his arms into the sleeves. He was 
giggling incessantly as he ran past Billy into the bathroom.  Billy heard 
him yelp, “Ugh...everything’s wet!”
      
      Billy wiggled into his shirt and followed him, pausing to retrieve 
his shoes.  His pants, then his boxers hit him in the chest.  They WERE 
wet.  He struggled into them anyway, cursing until he remembered the 
reason—Dominic showering with the curtain open.  Just thinking about 
that made him want to take Dom again.  Fucking Lij, goddamn cock-
block.  Shoving his feet into his shoes, Billy glanced about, his head was 
screaming at him to get out, get out; it had been over ten minutes now. 
Dom emerged, still sniggering, from the bathroom, fully dressed and 
sliding on the drenched floor.  Ignoring Billy, he went to the bed.  Spotting 
the key to the room on the bedside table, Billy grabbed it, and moved to 
the door, peeking out to make sure the hall was clear.  No one yet.  
      
      “Dom!” He begged.  
      
      “Just… (he was laughing so hard he could barely speak) 
a…second…”
      
      Billy groaned, hand on the doorknob, staring into the hallway.  
“What the hell are you doing?”  
	
      “Leaving Lij a note.” Laughing hysterically, Dom cried ”Fuck me 
Frodo!” as he threw the piece of paper down on the wrinkled, stained 
bedspread.  Billy turned, but Dominic was suddenly pressed against his 
side before he could comment on THAT, squealing, “Go! Go!”
      
      They practically fell into the hall, Billy relocking the door, while 
Dom stumbled and howled with laughter. He collapsed against one of the 
doors; the occupant yelled something muffled.  Dom hit the door again, 
grinning at Billy.  
      
      “Come on.” The elevator was down the hall to the right.  Grabbing 
Dom’s arm, Billy pulled him towards it. They ran, feet pounding the 
carpet, almost to the elevator when Billy skidded to a stop.     
      
      “What? What?” Dom gasped.
      
      “My book…I forgot my book! Shit!”  
      
      Dom frowned and opened his mouth when the elevator dinged.  
Book forgotten again, they froze in place. Their eyes locked, and then 
Billy’s arm was almost pulled out of its socket as Dominic bolted. Billy 
hadn’t run this fast in years, heart racing, and adrenaline flowing electric 
through his veins as they flew past Lij’s room, towards the corner and 
freedom. 
      
       The elevator doors had just opened, releasing the unmistakable 
sound of Elijah’s voice when Dominic let go of Billy’s arm, using both 
hands to snag the corner, and halt himself just out of sight.  “What?” Billy 
whispered anxiously.  
      
        Dom smiled crookedly, and then squealed in the most feminine, 
shrill voice Billy had ever heard come from someone that was not a 
fourteen-year-old girl, “OH MY GOD, ITS ELIJAH WOOD! 
AAIIIIIEEEEEE!!” Then, pitching underhanded, Dom threw his key 
around the corner and down the hallway.  “I JUST LOST MY 
VIRGINITY IN ELIJAH WOOD’S ROOM! 
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” 
      
      Billy snorted laughter, clamping his hand over his mouth.  Around 
the corner, there was a startled exclamation.  Dom grabbed Billy’s hand 
and dragged him around to the elevator at the other end of this hall.  “My 
room.” He said. Billy’s heart jumped in his chest.  
      
      They reached this one easily, slumping against the cool walls as 
the doors slid shut. Panting, it took a moment for Dom to reach for the 
third floor button; Billy slapped his hand down and pushed the button to 
the top floor.  Dominic looked questioningly at him as he waited until the 
elevator began rising before pushing the third floor button.  Billy grinned, 
heat surging through his body as he pinned Dom to the wall.  
      
      “Now.” He held Dom’s wrists in one hand, captured firmly 
between their stomachs.  If Dom thought he could get away with teasing 
him earlier then he was damn wrong.  Billy held still, feeling Dominic’s 
breathing quicken, feeling him stir to life against his thigh in anticipation.  
Dom groaned after a few seconds.  
      
      “Billy…” He was rewarded with Billy’s mouth.  The kiss was 
passionate; Billy’s tongue tasting Dom, before slowing.  Dominic, again 
yielding with surprising willingness, didn’t struggle as the kiss lasted 
forever, lips slowly moving, tongues barely touching, slick edges sliding 
past each other.   Billy used his free hand to squeeze the growing bulge in 
Dom’s jeans before unzipping his fly.  He pushed aside his damp boxers; 
Dom’s cock jumped in his hand, throbbing and getting bigger by the 
second. He took a moment to tease him, thumb rubbing his precum over 
the head, slicking it.  Dom gasped into his mouth, Billy nipped his lower 
lip, glancing up at the numbers—sixth floor, four more to go, and then 
seven back down to the third floor. 
      
      Billy stroked Dom rhythmically, refusing to submit to his own 
rapidly growing desire.  He smiled when the younger man began to whine 
with each stroke, thrusting up into his hand, head leaned back against the 
wall, eyes closed.  Billy watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing—
Jesus, his cock throbbed, remembering that long, warm tunnel gripping it 
earlier.  Billy was breathing just as fast as Dominic, his own erection 
straining.  He rocked into Dom’s stomach, giving in for a moment.  
      
      “Billy…” Dom’s beautiful eyes fluttered open, blue gone almost 
black with passion.  “Here…” He didn’t bother to try and free his wrists; 
Billy held Dom’s hands against his waist as the younger man went to his 
knees, breathing hotly against his fly.  Billy unbuttoned his pants, jerking 
the zipper down.  Dom hovered; his tongue flicking out to taste the 
growing wet spot on Billy’s boxers, blowing fiery air over the tented 
fabric.  Billy moaned, awkward with only one hand, pulling down the last 
barriers. He gripped Dom’s wrists tightly, as he felt his tongue delve into 
the head of his cock, Dom enfolding it in his sinfully hot mouth even as 
the tip of his tongue began fucking the tiny hole.  It was Billy’s turn to 
thrust and whine, but Dom tried to tease him, pulling back.  Billy growled 
his annoyance, jerking him back with his wrists, holding him firmly in 
place.   
 	
      Dom smiled and obediently lowered his head again, tongue lying 
in the bottom of his mouth now, relaxing to ease Billy’s passage as he 
carefully slid into Dominic’s throat.  It seemed to take forever this time, 
sliding all the way home into wet, warmth.  Dom’s eyes were closed as he 
concentrated on accepting this invasion.  Before, in Lij’s bed, Dom hadn’t 
done this…this was fucking incredible and driving him insane with desire.   
Billy stroked his sandy hair with his free hand, wanting to push Dom’s 
head down, to thrust upwards and just barely restraining himself.  
	
      It was worth it, though, when Dominic’s nose was finally pressed 
against Billy’s navel. Sucking gently for what seemed to be an eternity, he 
lifted his head all the way, swirling his tongue around and around the tip 
of Billy’s cock, tasting him before taking it in his throat again.  This time 
it was faster…and when it was fully inside, Dom opened his eyes, gazing 
into deeply Billy’s and, incredibly, swallowed around it.  The gripping 
sensation of his hot, moist mouth wrenched a cry of out of him. 
      
       The feeling of Dom’s throat muscles, clenching and massaging as 
he swallowed again and again…it was swiftly breaking his control.  He 
thrust against Dom’s mouth, panting, fingers tightening on Dominic’s 
wrists.  Dom’s throat contracted again, gulping hard, tongue squeezing 
and flexing as it moved, lips wrapped around the base of Billy’s shaft.  
	
      Billy went wild at the sensation, fucking Dominic’s mouth eagerly, 
tangling his fingers in his hair.  Following his thrusts, Dominic pushed 
forward on it and managed to swallow again.  Billy froze, not even able to 
breathe as he came so violently he could see Dom’s pale throat throbbing 
with the pulsations of his cock. It seemed to go on forever, his muscles 
locked with pleasure, but finally he was spent and he inhaled sharply, 
gasping as he took himself out of Dom’s throat.  Dominic was wheezing; 
he hadn’t been able to breathe with Billy shoved all the way inside him.  
	
      “Jesus, Dom…that was…” Billy whispered in amazement, finally 
releasing his friend’s wrists.  
	
      “Yeah.” Dominic’s voice was raspy.   He rocked back on his heels, 
trying to catch his breath.  Billy frowned, concerned, hoping he hadn’t 
been too rough.  
	
      “You okay?” 
	
      “Yeah.” He grinned, still red-faced.  Sweat trickled down from 
Dominic’s temples and down his bared chest.  He leaned back against the 
wall, Orli’s hideous shirt clashing horribly with the brown paint.  
	
      Billy glanced up at the little red numbers.  Fifth floor.  He reached 
down, offering Dom his hand.  Dom grunted as he levered himself up; 
once on his feet, he tucked himself back into his pants.  Billy flushed with 
guilt, noticing Dominic’s wrists were beginning to bruise.  He hadn’t 
meant to hold him that hard. 
	
      Billy opened his mouth to apologize, but the doors were opening 
and Dom was already moving out into the hall.  He followed slowly, 
wondering which cast or crewmembers were sleeping behind the identical 
white doors.  Wondering who might hear him finish Dominic off.  Billy 
watched Dom’s ass as he walked in front of him, already regretting 
coming in the elevator.  Shit, it had been incredible, but still, he wouldn’t 
be ready again for a long time now.  The thought occurred to him that 
maybe Dominic would want to fuck him…so far he hadn’t made any 
moves to take control, but Billy was no fool.  Somewhat nervous, he 
hovered behind Dom as he unlocked the door. 
	
      They entered, Billy anxious to, at least, shed his wet clothes no 
matter what Dom might think.  Cold and clammy, his jeans clung to his 
legs.  Now that he wasn’t distracted he was fucking freezing.   
	
      “You want something?” Dominic asked him, running his hands 
through his sweaty hair, making it stand on end. 
	
      “No.” Billy felt awkward.  He could see Dom was still hard, yet he 
wasn’t quite sure if Dom wanted him to do something or not.  Then he 
grinned, getting an idea, “Yeah, a hot shower…this time YOU can watch.”
	
      Dominic smiled, “Go on then, tease me.” His voice, still rough 
from deep-throating him, made Billy shiver.  Deeply aware of those 
gorgeous blue eyes on him Billy walked into the cramped bathroom, 
flicking on the light.  Dom leaned in the doorway.  	
	
      He tugged back the curtain, and began to adjust the water, all the 
while feeling Dominic’s gaze like a physical touch.  Billy turned back to 
face him, and slowly brought his shirt over his head.  He flung it past Dom 
into the room, not wanting it to get wet.  Billy awkwardly kicked off his 
shoes and socks and threw them out of the bathroom too.  He didn’t feel 
sexy at all, even with wet denim clinging.  He squirmed under Dom’s 
scrutiny; the only evidence that he was enjoying this was the tent in 
Dom’s crotch.  Billy unbuttoned his fly, taking his time unzipping it too.  
Then, just to speed things up (he could feel the welcome heat of the steam 
on his back), he pulled down his jeans and boxers as one.  Dom’s eyes 
roamed his body.  Billy hadn’t felt this self-conscious in…well, shit, he 
couldn’t remember.  
      
      “Billy, damn, you’re lovely.” Dom’s voice was low, intense.  It 
shocked Billy as he stood, half-turned, one hand holding the shower 
curtain, ready to hop in.  He wasn’t lovely, at least he didn’t think of 
himself as being so; in fact, he considered himself the least attractive 
hobbit, as well as the oldest.  Billy, he was just average.  Dominic was 
beautiful.  Elijah was pretty, and Sean was adorable.  He opened his mouth 
to disagree.
	
       “Don’t argue with me, Boyd.” Dom glared at him, taking a seat on 
the toilet.  He held up his hands, as though they, in some unexplainable 
Dominic-logical way, proved his point.  Billy’s name curved blackly on 
them.  For the first time he wondered if it was permanent marker; it hadn’t 
smeared at all in the shower.  “Now, get on with it, I’m dying here.” The 
Billy hand now began to stroke Dom through his pants.  Billy the man 
sighed theatrically and stepped into the shower.  
	
      Following Dominic’s example, he pushed the curtain back to the 
far wall.  Billy relaxed as he felt the warmth of the water seep into his 
bones.  He ducked under the showerhead, feeling the water run down his 
body, slicking it, and dripping off his skin. Gradually, he began to follow 
it with his hands, not bothering yet with soap.  He could hear Dom’s 
breathing change.  Sneaking a peek, he was astonished to see Dom had 
shed his pants and was stroking himself, eyes locked on Billy’s naked 
form.  
	
      Billy began to be more confident.  He grabbed the soap, rubbing it 
between his hands to get a good lather.  It dripped down his chest, soap 
bubbles getting caught and gleaming rainbow colors in his light feathering 
of chest hair.  Billy soaped leisurely, taking his time.  The suds drifted 
down, caressing his cock, ass, and hips.  Dominic made a noise.  Billy 
ignored him, smirking.  He bent at the waist to grab at the shampoo, 
allowing Dom a good long look at his crack and wet, flexing inner thighs.  
Dom responded by making yet another strangled sound.  Billy refused to 
react.    
	
      He shampooed; more soapy water traveled down his body in what 
was an apparently arousing fashion.  Dom’s cock, when Billy snuck 
another peek, was rock hard and engorged—altogether much bigger than it 
was earlier as he bent again to grab the conditioner. When Billy finally 
rinsed off Dom was sweating, eyes wide and dark again with need.  His 
branded hands were pressed flat against his thighs.  Billy swallowed, 
amazed by the fact that if Dom kept touching himself he would have came 
just by watching him.  
	
      Billy stepped very carefully out of the shower. The floor, like Lij’s 
room, was soaked.  Dom moved to stand up and Billy grabbed his wrist; 
Dom’s quickly hidden wince made his stomach twist with guilt. He slid 
his body, all hot, wet skin, back and forth across Dom’s engorged member 
before the younger man’s arms wrapped around him to hold Billy still.        
	
      “Cock tease.” Dom rasped, rubbing it against Billy’s stomach, 
leaving gleaming trails of precum on his skin.  His roughened voice made 
Billy feel guiltier. 
	
      “I love you.” Billy replied, unthinking.  He flushed as soon as it 
left his mouth.  Dom blinked, and then kissed him hard.  They stumbled 
back into the room, Dom unable or unwilling to release his hold.  
	
      “Fuck me, Billy.” He whispered as the back of his knees hit the 
bed, tumbling them both onto it. Billy was already hardening; Dom was 
hotter than fire as he squirmed beneath him. He was simultaneously 
relieved and disappointed Dom hadn’t asked to fuck him.  Billy rocked 
against Dom’s belly, wondering what it would be like to have his thick, 
curved cock buried inside him, stretching his ass and crack open.  He 
shuddered, blood rapidly filling his cock at the thought. Maybe the next 
time.  Dom clearly wasn’t going to last long…he was moaning and 
bucking under Billy’s weight.   His legs wrapped around his waist and 
gave Billy an idea.  Dom didn’t have to turn over…a jolt of excitement 
made him moan too—imagining seeing Dominic’s face as he gave it to 
him.  Billy reached below him, grabbing at Dom’s ass, and squeezing it. 
Dom whimpered, eagerly jutting his hips upward, Billy used this 
opportunity to slide downwards.   He rubbed his cock along the crack, 
remembering how tight Dominic had been before.  
	
      “Billy…please…” He was fucking begging for it.  Jesus, well, fuck 
THAT.  Billy lapped at Dom’s nipples as he playfully fucked his crack.  
Dom whined and bucked.  Billy grinned as Dom wound his hands around 
his neck and pulled his mouth to his. “Billy, stop fucking around.” 
	
      “I thought that was what you wanted me to do.” He stalled; he was 
enjoying the way Dominic squirmed under him, eyes narrowed in 
frustration. Finally Billy propped himself up on one hand, reaching down 
with the other to guide himself into Dom’s ass.  Dominic gasped as his 
cock began to push its way inside him.  “You okay, Dommie?” 
	
      “…yes…”His voice quavered.  Billy angrily berated himself, shit, 
Dom was probably still sore from earlier.  But before he could pull back, 
Dom thrust upwards, pushing against him.  “Don’t stop.  Just…” 
	
      “Yeah.” Billy nuzzled his chest, kissing and licking.  He held 
himself still inside Dom, not trusting himself to move.  Slowly, as Billy’s 
hand moved from his own dick to stroke Dom’s, the younger man’s body 
relaxed and he could feel the ring of muscles, that had been drawn tight, 
ease.  Dom’s eyes were wide and soft; his hands moved over Billy’s back, 
shoulders and arms, almost as though he were caressing him. Billy 
couldn’t meet them—their blue depths were full of trust he didn’t deserve.  
      
       Inching inside that narrow tunnel was only slightly easier than 
before.  Billy was still furious with himself; Dom was allowing him this 
pleasure and all he did was hurt him. It took a few minutes of careful 
positioning, but Dominic’s sharp cry and the sudden, eager jolt against 
him told Billy he was hitting the right angle.  Determined to only allow 
himself to be halfway inside Dom this time, Billy watched his friend’s 
face beneath him as he began to shift in and out of his tight hole.  Dom’s 
hair was tangled, his cheeks flushed, he moaned and closed his eyes, only 
to open them and gaze adoringly into Billy’s; he thought Dom had never 
been so beautiful.  
      
      But as he fucked him gently, still only letting himself go in 
halfway, puzzlement began to rise on Dominic’s face. “Billy…it’s okay.” 
He murmured, “You won’t hurt me.”
      
      I already have, Billy wanted to reply.  Instead he just kissed Dom 
and began to stroke him in slow rhythm to his thrusts.  It was rubbing rock 
hard against his stomach, Dom’s precum tickling his navel as it trickled 
down. 
      
      This time it was different, better as Billy went slowly.  He forced 
down his own excitement, concentrating on pleasuring Dom.  It didn’t 
take long for it to show—Dom was breathing faster and moving faster into 
his hand and up against his cock.  Billy kissed him, swallowing his cries.  
Suddenly Dominic pressed his face against Billy’s neck; Billy yelped as 
he bit him hard, teeth digging in painfully. At the same time Dom came, 
spurting between them, ass clenching tight on the few inches Billy allowed 
himself, wringing his own orgasm from him. Billy closed his eyes as he 
slumped bonelessly on top of Dom.  Distant, tired worry that he was too 
heavy ran through his mind.  Sighing, he tried to lift himself up—Dom 
tightened his arms around his neck. 

      “Not yet.” He whispered.  Billy was too tired to argue, besides, 
Dom was comfortable.  He shifted, still inside him. Dom was lightly 
tracing his spine with the fingers of one hand; it felt damn good. Billy 
wondered what Lij and Sean were doing, and smiled as he imagined the 
expressions on their faces when they’d seen the room.  “Billy?” Dom 
asked; the hoarse way he spoke made Billy flinch.  
      
      “mmm?” He asked Dom’s collarbone.  He pressed his ear to 
Dom’s chest and listened to his voice rumbling through him. “Do you 
think Lij and…”
      
      When the phone rang all Billy could do was bury his face in 
Dominic’s neck and groan.